messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 24 The Betrayed Parliament, The Bloody Pilgrimage
"Yes."

A hoarse and deep voice sounded in the circle of the parliament. She took a step, walked down the steps, and walked towards the other two people in the open space.

Lufman, the mountain warrior, swung his arm and looked at Chu who was walking slowly, with a fanatical fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Black Knight, let me see if you can really fight with your head held up like in the legend."

Windrunner Karl was silent, and quickly drew out the two short knives from his waist.

His hands were slightly bent and raised in front of him, his eyes fixed on Chu's neck.

The auras of the two were locked on Chu's body at the same time.

So Chu raised his eyes.

Under the helmet, she kissed her lips and read softly.

"I will be ordered to take away your sins."

Her voice was very soft and vague, as if she was enveloped in something.

No one heard what she said, but when she uttered the last word, people knew what they were about to face.

Just like the voice in the wasteland said, Chu can release evil to strengthen his body.

Now Chu has released all the evil in herself, making her ability more than ten times the original in a short period of time.

The black substance quickly spread on the original skin and armor.

Spreading from her neck, it envelops her cheeks like erosion.

In people's shocked eyes.

Her aura became more and more terrifying, and finally reached an indescribable height.

Black mist oozes from the armor on her body, drips down on the ground, rolls and overflows.

And Chu himself was completely covered by the black substance, turning into a pitch-black human figure, with no face, no sound, and nothing anymore.

It was just pitch black, a pitch black with a terrifying aura, like an abyss.

"That's, what the hell." Lufman, the mountain warrior, stared blankly at Chu and murmured.

Under that breath, he felt his will trembling.

He clenched his teeth, almost crushing them, blood flowed from his mouth, and the severe pain finally woke him up.

For the first time, Loveman grabbed the giant ax on his back and squatted down.

"Ah!!!" The mountain warrior roared, his veins bulged under his skin, his body burst out with great strength, and he stepped forward, driving him towards the center of the black mist.

He pulled out the giant ax from behind, mixed with the strong wind, and slashed at the knight in the black mist.

At the same time, amidst his roar, Karl the Windrunner also came to his senses, turning his two knives around in his hands. Karl's body was like a fallen leaf in a strong wind, light and nimble.

Just like his title, he stepped on the breeze and appeared in front of Chu, and the dagger in his hand fell on Chu's neck.

"when!!"

There was a sound of heavy metal impacting, and the sound rolled up air waves and spread out to the surroundings, raising dust.

Only when the dust settled, the people on the outside could clearly see the situation on the field.

Then there was a dead silence.

Loveman's giant ax was caught by one hand of the black knight and held in his palm, while Karl's dagger was stuck in the knight's armor, unable to cut any more.

The attacks of the two saints seemed to have no effect on that knight.

Windrunner Karl immediately let go of the hand holding the dagger, turned half a circle in mid-air, changed his attack, and kicked Chu's head.

A heavy whip kick hit Chu's helmet, but it only made Chu lower his head slightly.

Carl, who stayed in mid-air, was stunned, turned his head to look at him at first, and put his armored hand on his foot.

He wanted to escape, but it was too late.

"boom!!"

In the eyes of others, the black knight held Windrunner Karl's feet and smashed his body into the ground.

A crack spread out on the ground, and Karl's body fell into it, with blood dripping from his mouth.

Then the black knight raised his foot and stepped on Karl's ankle.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

A shrill scream broke the silence.

Windrunner Karl, holding his twisted ankle, fell to the ground and howled.

On the side, the mountain warrior Lufman's face was blood red, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull the giant ax out of the black knight's palm.

Until the black knight turned his head and covered his face with his palm.

Loveman let go of the giant axe, struggling to break free from the black knight's palm, but no matter how hard he struggled, the black knight's palm showed no sign of letting go.

In this way, the huge mountain warrior was held in the hands of a not burly knight.

He growled, raised his fist, and punched the black knight, but the black knight just silently and slowly clenched the palm covering his face.

"Ah!!" The mountain warrior Lufman yelled in pain.

"Kakakakakaka."

There was the sound of bones breaking, and blood flowed from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

His struggles became smaller and weaker.Until, he gradually stopped struggling, completely lost his voice, and his huge body hung down powerlessly.

The circle of the parliament fell silent, and there was no sound at all.

"Bang." King Mantern, who had witnessed all this, slumped down on his seat in a daze.

Hillman stood up, wearing a bright red cloak, and walked slowly, step by step, towards the outside.

Chu dragged the body of the mountain warrior Lufman, and followed behind Hillman.

Blood dragged a path, a path of blood.

The road stretched all the way to the gate of the parliament circle, and Hillman stood at the end of the road.

Facing the light outside the door, she turned her head, her profile was shrouded in shadow, her eyes slowly raised, and she looked at the two kings on the throne in the ring.

At this time, Mantern and King First sat on the throne in a trance, unable to speak a word.

Hillman smiled slightly and said calmly.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you here. As a person who betrayed the declaration, your dirty blood doesn't deserve to flow here."

Hillman looked at King Mantern.

"However, one of your words is quite right, His Majesty King Mantern. The flames of war I ignited will surely engulf the entire continent. Wait on your rotten throne for the day when I come."

After finishing speaking, Hillman walked towards the door, stepping into the sunlight outside the door.

The Mantern soldiers who were blocking the round door of the Parliament heard footsteps.

They looked into the door, but what they saw was not their king, but Hillman in bright red.

They clenched the weapons in their hands, wanting to step forward to stop them, and then they saw the people behind Hillman.

A dark knight slowly walked out of the door, with blood dripping from his hands, dragging a huge body.

The black knight glanced around coldly, and then threw the body in his hand in front of the door.

The Mantern soldiers saw, saw their saint, his face distorted, lying in a pool of blood, which flowed down the stone steps in front of the door.

And this will be the last scene they will see.

The black knight drew out the sword at his waist, and its figure disappeared, and there were screams from Manteun's soldiers.

One soldier after another had their throats slit by the flickering black shadows, and fell down in horror.

In the chaos, Hillman stepped over the corpse indifferently, walking gracefully and calmly through the fleeing crowd.

In Reinhardt's entourage, a Shichen looked at the scene in front of him, and tremblingly took out a pen and paper from his backpack.

His job is to record the facts, as they are now.

His face was pale, and he wrote a line of words on the paper with trembling hands.

"The dark knight made a bloody path among the traitors. The king stepped on the blood and walked slowly. This is like a parade. The king's parade, but the people on both sides are not cheering people, but corpses.

——The epilogue in "Hillman's Chronicle-Bloody Pride""

In the bloody wind, Hillman led Reinhardt's team away from the summit of the Parliament Mountain.

Before leaving, she turned her head and looked at the sky at the top of the mountain.

It happened to be dusk at this time, the wind and snow in the sky had already lightened up a lot, and the dull setting sun was lingering with afterglow. It was hard to tell whether it was golden or red, and the setting sun occupied the entire sky.

Hillman stared at the sky, with the sunlight reflected in his eyes, and said word by word.

"The old days have entered dusk, after the long night, a new dawn will finally rise."

(End of this chapter)